Chapter 4
The following day Patty sat in the back of her lover's motorcycle.
Her arms remained carefully locked around Ace's waist as he drove her into the desert. They finally arrived at a tiny little shack set directly next to a huge mountain. As he came to an abrupt stop with his motorcycle, spinning it around and laughing as he applied the brakes, the dust began to rise.
"Here we are, honey," Ace said confidently as he climbed off of the motorcycle.
Patty stretched her limbs for a few moments, then let her eyes survey the sunny scene. It was a bright and warm day, and she couldn't help but notice just how picturesque a setting the little shack was located in. She observed a motorcycle parked right next to the house.
"That's Lester's motorcycle," Ace pointed matter-of-factly toward the other motorcycle.
"I take it Lester is our host," she surmised.
"That's right," he grinned. "Lester is our host. He's quite a guy. You're gonna like Lester. You're gonna like Lester quite a bit."
"Fine. If he's as interesting a guy as you, or even close to being that interesting, then that's gonna be beautiful."
They walked into the house hand in hand. As soon as they stepped into the living room, Patty heard the loud sounds of rock music. She observed all kinds of pictures plastered against the walls. Some were of naked beautiful women and others were of famous rock stars.
All of a sudden she got her first look at Lester. He bounded toward them, his walk a little unsteady, his eyes reddened with a combination of lust and anticipation. He held a can of beer in his right hand and laughed loudly as he moved toward them.
Lester was a huge Negro with his head shaved. He sported a beard that was even heavier than Ace's. She couldn't help but notice the muscular construction of his upper torso. His chest jutted out proudly and his thick biceps contained a fascinating ebony glow. He wore a pair of tight-fitting blue jeans and no shoes.
"This has got to be the chick you were talking about," he grinned. "What's your name, honey?"
"Patty," she replied in a stunned tone, overcome by Lester's dynamic, awe-filled presence.
"Patty. My name's Lester."
"I know, Ace told me."
Lester stood there gawking at Patty. He licked his lips suggestively several times, letting her know just what he had in mind.
As he continued to stand there admiring Patty, all of a sudden she heard the sounds of female laughter. The giggles were suddenly accompanied by the presence of a beautiful blonde girl who staggered in a totally naked state toward them.
Patty couldn't help but notice just what an appealing figure and face the girl possessed. She didn't look to be any older than Patty, and after she got a look at Patty, her blue eyes rolled and she laughed loudly.
"So Ace has got himself another girl," she said. "Ace and Lester are the best when it comes to picking up chicks. Just think. Lester's got me."
"You bet your sweet little white ass I've got you," Lester laughed, reaching out and slapping her on the bare behind.
Just hearing the crackling sound of Lester administering his hand against the girl's flesh prompted Patty to think about that occasion the day before when Ace had slapped her buttocks resoundingly so many times in the process of dominating her in the realm of sex.
"My name is Fran," the blonde reached out with her right hand in an ever-friendly manner.
"How do you do," Patty said in a slow, formal way, shaking Fran's hand. "My name is Patty."
"You don't have to be so damned technical about the whole thing, girls," Lester laughed, slapping Fran once again on her buttock. "I'll light another joint and bring out some more beer."
"That sounds damned good," Ace said.
"Just one thing, though," Lester said, staring at Patty directly. "We've got a house rule around here."
"We sure do," Fran laughingly intervened.
"The house rule is that you take everything off," he told Patty. "Just strip completely clean. I'm gonna be taking my jeans off, too. I want to show you my big proud black cock. You're gonna love the looks of my big dick, honey. Not only that, but you're gonna get real well acquainted with it. Nicely acquainted. You're gonna get as intimately familiar with it as you are with Ace's."
"You listen to that man," Ace laughed. "He knows what he's talking about."
Lester returned a few moments later with the beer and the marijuana cigarette. An intensely thirsty Ace took one of the beer cans and began to pour its contents down his throat.
"It's hot out there," he said.
"I know, but it's gonna be even hotter in here," Lester said.
With that he reached down and began to remove his blue jeans. Patty watched with great interest as she observed him wiggling out of his jeans. His hips were slim and lean, a perfect contrast to his huge, well-developed upper torso form.
When he stepped out of the blue jeans, Patty continued to watch with hypnotic desire as Lester admired his long, excited, black shaft. He reached down with both hands and began to grip at his hard, erect cock. Up and down he moved with his fingers, letting them push ever so determinedly against the entire length of his organ. The faster that his flowing fingers moved as they projected against his lengthy, devastating cock, the more excitement that reeled through Patty's beautiful body. She couldn't help but he thrilled just looking at the way that Lester was applying his fingers to his sharp, sturdy cock. It reminded her of the feeling that she had received when she had become overwhelmed with excitement at the presence of her handsome friend, Ace, who had ever so powerfully dominated her in every way.
"Just look at the size of this shaft," Lester laughed. "This is a long, hot shaft. You know damned well you want it, honey. I can tell you do. Now take off your clothes, people. You, too, Ace."